My Attacker

It takes me too long

To look in the mirror. 

Much too long

To look at my reflection.

Remember the times you called me 

"Fat.

"Ugly."

"N O T H I N G."

With my eyes directed to the ground,

I stand in front you.

You urge me to raise my eyes,

Face my attacker.

I can't.

You laugh at me. 

Call me names with an essence of superiority,

You require it to fuel your cruel sense

Of righteousness. 

Finally

I lift my eyes. 

I face you.

You face me.

It took much too long to look in the mirror

But when I do 

I realize that you are nothing

But a liar.